The Steward Demonic Emperor

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"These kids still want to fight!"

Exalted Hei Ran watched the battlefield intently as he sighed, "It had now stopped being a simple match to declare a winner. It's a battle to the death. Just what grudge could they have to go so far?"

Exalted Bai Mei sighed, "Let's ignore that for now. Let's assume Ye Lin's soul can take unleashing that attack again, Zhuo Fan would still have no chance of stopping it. It is a high chance that this fight will end in both of them dying. If we could, calling it a draw would be better than losing both."

"Judge, how much time is there?" Looking below, Exalted Hei Ran asked.

The judge checked the sun's position and bowed, "Exalted, there are still fifteen minutes left."

"Enough for one more hard clash. I hope those two will be fine." Exalted Bai Mei shook his head, both of them looked at the two kids with pity.

[A mountain can only have one tiger…]

Hu~

The golden flames flared hotter and hotter as the image of a huge dragon head formed behind Ye Lin, glaring at Zhuo Fan.

The audience gasped, but mostly cheered at the development. It was a real eye-opener to see such a destructive attack being unleashed.

Now that it was happening again, they couldn't be happier.

Chu Qingcheng was wrought with worry once more. The girls saw how Zhuo Fan had nothing that could deal with such an attack, not even to defend himself.

"Young Sect Leader, Steward Zhuo, just be reasonable and give up. You've done more than enough. There's no need for you to give your life for the sect!" Fiend Yang prayed, fearing the worst.

Yan Mo frowned as he clenched his fists. Yu Mei next to him asked, "Senior brother, are you sympathizing with your once enemy or cheering Ye Lin to finish him?"

"The strong need not sympathy. All I know is this. After this, one of them will be the best disciple in western lands, the future best in western lands!"

Yan Mo's brow shook, yet even as he spoke, his eyes never left Zhuo Fan.

Yu Mei scowled at this and shook her head.

[He already picked a side yet he just doesn't want to admit it.]

He hoped Zhuo Fan would win this. And while Zhuo Fan wouldn't admit it, to him, the two had become friends through the fight they had.

As demonic cultivators, Zhuo Fan had earned his truest respect. That was why he hoped Zhuo Fan would win, despite knowing full well the hopes were slim at best.

Everyone around the screen was eager to see the conclusion of this grand fight. Especially the sect teams, all hoping Zhuo Fan would come out alive, even if losing.

Only Zhao Dezhu, Xuan Shaoyu and a few others were reveling in his misery.

[This punk will finally leave this world for good!]

Pa!

Ye Lin's signs came to an end and the power around him exploded in size, while his body grew weaker.

However, he didn't care, grinning as he laughed, "Zhuo Fan, I win! Are you ready for the Decimating Dragon Roar?"

With a roar, a spray of molten golden flames spewed straight for Zhuo Fan just like before.

The crowd was stretched taut, afraid of missing anything.

Zhuo Fan perked up his mouth and wiped the blood off. He looked at the unconscious and badly wounded Qiao'er, and gave a shake of his head, "Qiao'er, did you know your dad never owes anyone anything, especially favors? But today, this debt I have to repay is heavy. You risked your life for me when I couldn't put mine on the line for myself. Ha-ha-ha, I'm such a fool.

"This time, even if it's now even more dangerous, I will do it. I will stake my life for you and obliterate that obnoxious punk!"

Zhuo Fan's hands began his own signs.

The azure dragon's flames vanished, yet it didn't turn into another variation, returning back to its prismatic and original form as it guarded him.

Startled, the crowd was taken by surprise.

[Right at the most crucial moment, he renounces his variants and goes for the basic dragon soul?]

Zhuo Fan closed his eyes as he finished the last sign with a vague smile.

An azure flame flickered on the dragon's forehead.

Sss~

Purple lightning streaked its body like thousands of snakes. They reached the dragon head, where they vanished with a rumble.

Dark mist, black as night, shifted all over the dragon, converging at the head once more and disappearing.

Ye Lin was puzzled. Then an explosion happened and the dragon head released the aura of three different powers.

The azure flame burned on the forehead, with a purple streak flashing inside it. Then the black mist enveloped them all as a fourth power, Qilin's red glow, covered them like a furnace to get them to combine.

As they did, a terrible aura was unleashed.

"T-that's…" The others could barely feel it, but Ye Lin, being the closest, felt its raw power rise.

Grinning, Zhuo Fan said, "You guessed it, this is my way of combining the four dragon souls. I didn't do it before because even I'm scared of this power, scared I can't control it, and kill myself with it. But now I thought that since I'm fighting with my life, I have to show something for it. If I die by failing to do it, then that's my luck. But if I succeed in combining them, then you're dead!"

Startled, Ye Lin looked overwhelmed as he stared intently at the dragon's forehead. Yet somehow, even as the powers mingled, they did not combine.

It was also then that Ye Lin's spray of molten flames reached Zhuo Fan.

"Ha-ha-ha, your time's up! Maybe it can never combine at all. These powers all come from a sacred beast's raw trait. They are inherently repulsed by anything else."

Maybe for Zhuo Fan or for himself, Ye Lin cackled as he saw his attack about to reach Zhuo Fan.

Zhuo Fan simply stated, "Ye Lin, you just don't get my cultivation method. I walk the common path of all the others. Moreover, the five great sacred beasts all come from the primal chaos, each wielding one aspect of it. Hasn't it ever occurred to you that they were once a whole? Ha-ha-ha, it might be just a wild guess, or the actual truth. Regardless, today, one of us will die. If I die from my own combined power instead of yours ain't a bad way to go either."

Zhuo Fan's eyes flashed and he raised an eyebrow. "By the way, since I figured the five powers could fuse, I find the three of them just lacking. So let's add another one!"

With a boom, on the dragon's forehead appeared a golden flame, the Decimating Golden Flame!

"Wha-, h-how?!" Ye Lin cried out.

Dismissing him with a wave, Zhuo Fan fibbed, "Easy now, it's just a smidgen my demonic dragon stole from you. Nothing to it. Then again, it is a great boost in my realization of combining these powers. After all, you need both gentle and brutal flames to get them to combine, ha-ha-ha…"

Zhuo Fan turned to the dragon head, eager for the result.

Just like he thought, since the golden flame was introduced, it began to quickly combine with the azure flame. Then the purple lightning constantly zapped them as it joined the fusion.

It was all going quite smoothly.

With the Qilin power as the furnace, Demon Transformation Art the base and the purple lightning as the medium, the two flames stabilized as they united.

Hu~

The searing heat of the golden flame was right on top of Zhuo Fan. The power was so much that it caused Zhuo Fan's white hair to wither.

The audience gasped in worry. Some girls even cried out and looked away.

Hum~

A ripple spread from the dragon's forehead just then and revealed a black flame, with streaks of purple flashing now and then. Its almighty power swept everything, disintegrating all in its path.

Ye Lin's spray of flames had met its match as it stopped.

It was more accurate to say that it did not stop at all. Even as it kept going, it was just being pulverized once past a certain point so that it never reached Zhuo Fan.

Pff!

Zhuo Fan spewed blood and shook. He looked back at his dragon soul and saw it twitch all over as the black flame was going crazy.

"Just like I thought, the deadliest variant. I have no way of controlling it as I am. Its power is even above the five great sacred beasts…"

Zhuo Fan rejoiced inside, even as the blood kept pouring out of his mouth…